The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1887-12-22
DOROTHY'S LOVER.

"You have been to the japanese Vii.
lage!" Therese calculated; land you
bought that thingn'
Yes" said Dorothy, unfurling a
gaudy yellow fan, on which pink and
blue chrysanthemums bloOmed with
startling exuberance. ''Isn't it pref
ty?"
Pretty Therese echoed in disgust;
sits vile!'
''Oh, well, Dot, replied; ''the thing
is overdone, of course. But you can't
help seeing, Tress, that that is a fine
color. Indeed, l think it is really
wonderful how they get such fine
colors on these cheap things. 1t is all
laid on with the brush, you know.
Tom. what are you doing?"
Marking it for you," her brother
replied, welding his pen deliberately;
'.yOu wouldn't want TO lose such a
treasure. There you are, Dot. Dor
othy Grant Calhoun, Lyndham-on-the-
AK Looks very well, doesn't it?"
II wish you hadn't done that, Tom" :"
Dorothy said in vexation.
''Why, you are not ashamed of it, 1
hope" Tom cried.
81 hate to nave my name plastered
all over things that are of no value.
1t looks so mean and snobbish."
Never mind" said Therese sooth-
ingly, "a hundred years from now
that name will greatly enhance the
value of the fan. 1t may bring a price
at Il sale"
"Give me my fan" she cried, max
ing off with it. you are not going
to make fun of it.
''Be sure and take it with you down
to the shore" Therese called after her.
sit may serve a hundred ends-out
sailing. you know, or on the beach. :"
''Or to toss as ii warning signal in
case of illness" Tom interposed.
81 certainly shall take it" Dorothy
retoIted. ut will match my batiste
gown beautifully"
Perhaps it was peryersity, but Dot
carried that yellow fan with her every
where after that.
When Tom slowed her away in the
train a week later, lie left her hutter-
ing it over the leaves of a new novel.
The train was crowded, as the trains
to the seaside usually are. Among the
passengers was tall slender man,
with perfectly correct outfit, and the
air of one who takes the world pleas
antly.
Pretty girl thatp he unused. ''But
good gracious, what an extraordinary
fan"
Dot had it spread to its fullest ex-
tent, and was bending over now and
then to sniff the white lilacs she wore
on her breast.
81 wonder where she is going?" the
young man unused. ..It's such hard
work drumming up girl at the Point.
If fellow only knew somebody
Ah, beg pardon. May 1 occupy this
seat?"
Some one had got out at a way
station, and the seat alongside of Dor
othy being vacant, the young man
pumped into it.
Dorothy gave him a cool nod OF ac-
quiescence and went on reading.
The yellow fan was unfurled just
under the young mans eyes.
He could not help staring at it, and
there, quite plain to view, he read:
dorothy Grant Calhoun, Lyndham-
on-the-Aix."
"What a bore this conventionality
have Jolly time of it ON the way
down if l only dared to speak to her" "
Dorothy laid down her fan and took
out hair-pin to use as a paper-knife.
The fan fell on the floor; then came
a flourish and
"Allow me-ahem! All, beg par
don, but l could not help seeing your
name on your fan, and l could not
help noticing the fan; it is so hand
some. l believe | am addressing Miss
Calhoun. Have / not the honor OF
being Il classmate of relative of yours
at Amherst College?"
"My brother Tom" said Dot in sur.
prise, glancing down at her fan.
'.How did you know it? Did you rec
ognize his writing?"
Il fancy so;" the young fellow fibbed
quite boldly. Excuse me. my name
is Russell live at Lynn. Tom will
tell YOU all about me. | had no idea
when sat down here that you were
his sister. 1t is so pleasant to meet
someone in the train-it is such long
stupid ride down to the Point. You
are going there suppose?"
Yes" Dot assented quite gracious
ly. My aunt, Mrs. Seymour, has
cottage there.
How very pleasant" Russell mur'
INJURED; and conversation then pro-
ceeded quite easily.
There was nothing more natural
than that Dot should recognize him
after that on the beach, and that when
her aunt asked who he was, she should
say discreetly:
"A classmate of Tom's-Mr. Rus
SELL"
"Why don't you have him up tc
callP" Mrs. Seymour enquired, being
anxious her niece should haye nice
time.
Dot invited him.
After that the Point ceased to be the
dull place they had both thought it
A month of boating and strolling to
gether had worked such a spell O.
| pleasure over them that Mrs Sey
mour, in fit of growing anxiety, sal
down and wrote to Tom;